Dating my daughter when the time comes

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Every reasonable father of a daughter has to face the issue of her growing up and dating. I’ve given it plenty of thought because I hate surprises. Let no one call me unfair or controlling. She can date whomever she pleases. But I’ll bet she loses interest in dead guys.

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